The Poem: OUTSIDER
sea and barren coast.
Between tresses of dark silver and reels of danger...
lonesome bird of the wilds!
Shouted at the moon from between my lungs,
Hooted at the chirrupy mermaid of the dusk...
clever lad of a goddam tribe!
The rains came, drenching all their mirth,
Came thunder scattering all irrelevance...
happy child of the new testament!
There were aches, too, when I was born,
Tears to drop, and hearts to ache,
Na brains to pry, no minds to try
Where, when I was born.
Send, send me away!
Delude its glory-minded prodigy.
